Don't get me wrong - I lap 'em up. In fact, 'Dave' spends so much time in our flat, he feels more like a lodger than a TV channel. But there's something gnawing away at me about most of Dave's shows (those comedy panel shows mainly, that originate on the BBC) something queasily cynical.
8 out of 10 Cats, Mock the Week, Would I Lie to You?, Never Mind The Buzzcocks, Have I Got News For You? Even Top Gear. Yes, sorry, Top Gear. I like all of these shows. Yet each time I laugh at them I get a pang, as though I've been manipulated, as though the laugh comes from my throat and not my stomach.
The issue I'm clumsily dancing around is the use of comedy writers.
Now, I'm not so naive to have thought that these shows didn't use writers, but what galls me is how small the pool of 'talent' is from which these shows draw their comic hydration. Keep your eye on the credits the next time you watch any of these shows. I guarantee you'll see the name Ged Parsons. Others will include Fraser Steele, Jim Pullin and Pete Sinclair.
It's difficult to articulate why I have such a problem. I guess it's comparable to hearing your favourite band play a cover version. I think that some of the panel show regulars are amazingly talented, particularly Paul Merton, Frankie Boyle, Bill Bailey and David Mitchell. In fact, I like them so much, that I'd rather see them make the odd dodgy gag that falls flat (safe in the knowledge that the material is their own, and, hey, we're all human) than watching an endless stream of perfectly crafted comedy nuggets, never knowing whether it's actually their material or not.
The question we should be asking is, why aren't Parsons, Steele, Pullin et al comedians/panelists in their own right? Are they hideously ugly men? Do they suffer from massive crises of confidence, or have particularly bad speech impediments? Why is this comedy A-Team always so confined to its underground lair? And don't they have trouble sleeping at night, knowing that they've engineered a way for even, say, Anne Widdecombe or Sara Cox to seem funny? However much they're being paid, shouldn't this at least cause a crisis of confidence? Bear in mind, these people carve out their living through appearing to be: a) slightly left-wing, and b) cynical about celebrity culture.
As I said, my main problem is just how short this comedy shortlist is. If there were several writing teams, each competing for the best topical gags, wouldn't it make for fresher, more interesting shows?
That's not going to happen, so here's my idea: a new panel show. It's called 'Have I got ugly, bumbling, stammering, cynical writers who need to claw back their credibility for you?' Each of these comedy masterminds can wear balaclavas to mask their repulsive faces, and each will have access to Stephen Hawking's voicebox, to save them actually having to speak. The show can be 10 minutes long, because there'll be no pretense of actually reflecting topical news stories - the lads can just reel off their jokes and get out of there.
Carol Vorderman can host... but, wait! Who's going to write her jokes? Has anyone got Ged Parsons' number?
Gareth